#stiefvaternet

[catlaila]

@ravencyclenetwork search ➸ noncanon relationships

orla  and  helen

[andrrewminyard]

@ravencyclenetwork search » locations

“The thing was, Henrietta looked like a place where magic could happen. The valley seemed to whisper secrets.”

[sturmhond]

@acotarnet secret santa for @graysons — cole st. clair (merry christmas, deni!!!) 

Things come in my eyes and ears and through my pores, and my receptors begin to pulse restlessly and my neurons fire like cannons, and by the time everything gets into my brain and comes out the other side, it’s all transformed into a different species, pixels or channels, glossy or matte. I can’t change the way I’m made. I’m a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner. Just because I’m singing it for a crowd doesn’t make it untrue. If we make it through this alive, I’m going to tell you the truth of why. And this time, you had better believe me.

[duartesjude]

... if you combined these two things – the unfathomable and the practical – you were most of the way to understanding Adam Parrish.

happy birthday cas ♥ @rietvelds

[grishae]

trc in movie scenes ↪ adam parrish with the women of 300 fox way (opal, a raven cycle story)

[arthurian]

Lit. Characters from A to Z : I  ⟶ Isabel Culpeper ( The Wolves of Mercy Falls )

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the difference between not fighting,” I said, “and giving up.” ( insp. from the lovely, @briarpoet )

[greenbriarcardan]

@stiefvaternet​​ event: fave antagonist ⟶ the raven cycle

You could say what you liked about Piper Greenmantle, but she wasn’t a quitter, even when things didn’t turn out exactly as she imagined. She kept going to pilates long after it was physically satisfying, continued attending book club after she discovered she was a far speedier reader than her fellow members, and persisted in getting fake mink eyelashes sewed into her own every two weeks, even after the salon location closest to her was shut down for health violations.

So when she went looking for a magical sleeping entity supposedly buried near her rental house, she didn’t quit until she found it.

[nioradwarf]

Cole St. Clair - the wolves of mercy falls by maggie stiefvater

And there he was. Not properly sitting on the bench, but leaning across it on one knee like he hadn’t meant to stay that long. The musician’s fingers that I’d spotted earlier weren’t visible to me from this angle, but I didn’t need to see them. All I had to see was his face. Unaware of an audience, lost in the repeated rhythm of the piano riff, lit by the evening.